Something woke me up in the middle of the Night. I looked around, then focused my oculus on the clock. 1:13 a.m. My first reaction was to bedamn, which I accompanied with a yawn. A noise from above had wakened me. I didn't know why I was so certain, but I was. A squeamish looking girl named Jessica lives in the matted above me. She is 21. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about anything, gear up to fall asleep again. A groan came from above. There was a seductive tinge in it, pain and pleasure meld together. For all I knew she was single, but obviously I was faulty. I heard shuffling, then another, more tenacious groan. The groan quickly turned into a series of quiet pant, which started to fray my brass. I heard something great dropping with a crash."They are getting wild ”, I thought to myself.
I was getting sleepy, imagining Jessica being fucked by her boyfriend.
"Sam, can you listen me ?"Jessica's urgent part came from above.
My name ! Startled, I sat up in bed, unable to grasp what was happening. Was it a dream or reality ?
"I need you, Sam,"she intoned passionately.
My somnolence evaporated instantly. I dressed as fast as I could, wondering if it was some sort of joke.
I knocked warily on Jessica's door.
"come in, it's open,"she cried out impatiently.
It was almost dark interior ; the only light coming from her reading lamp. She was in bed, lying on her English, staring at me.
"I heard you calling my name so…,"I said nervously.
"Sorry for waking you up."
"No problem."
Illuminated by the light from the lamp, her angelic face was nicely framed by her articulatio humeri length blond hair. Closing her oculus, she parted her brim and moaned softly. My feet drew me finisher. She was dressed in a blue T-shirt which swelled gently over her breasts. It barely covered her upper thigh.
"I thought that maybe you would…"she started, and then blushed slightly.
"I am just as embarrassed as you are."
She smiled and looked at the storey, her fingertips toying with a roll lock of hair.
"The point is that I …need some assistant,"she said.
"What can I do for you ?"
"My cat tripped me while I was going to the bathroom in the dark. It could have been odd if I hadn't hurt my ankle."she explained.
As if on cue, her cat meowed. A fat Thai, for what I could see was sprawled in the corner.
"Shut up, Sophie !"Jessica said, then looked at me and added,"I need some painkillers. In the bathroom, just above the sink."
I stole a look at Jessica's infantry, clad in Patrick Victor Martindale White socks, then brought the birth control pill and a looking glass of water.
"Maybe I should yell a doctor,"I said, watching her take the pills.
She graciously bent her headland while dinking. Her neck was long and slender.
"I hope my ankle will get better by tomorrow. If not, then I will have to see a doctor. Sam, can you serve me go to the bathroom. I don't want to wet myself. This dolt ankle of mine…"
"Of course."
She sat up in bed, swinging her legs over the side. When her feet touched the floor, a indulgent whine escaped her lips and her get out cheek started to pinch. I came closer, offering my hired man to serve her up. The decoration of her small hand felt like silk, somehow inhumanly flaccid. Slowly, she got up, putting all her exercising weight on her right leg. Trying to keep her left metrical unit off the story, she swayed, then grabbed my shoulder for support. I slid my arm around her waist, our eyes meeting for a second.
"Can you put weight on your articulatio talocruralis ?"I asked.
Jessica shook her nous, leaned on me and hopped on her good pes. With her bequeath arm around my neck, her body pressed against mine, I felt my emotions surge. She moaned again.
We clumsily made our way to the privy. She was emitting lenient moans all the time. noise that were driving me crazy, that urged me to do something. She was so lost, so mellisonant and tender.
I was ashamed that I wanted to accept sex with her. She had called me because she needed help. She was suffering badly, and the idiot in me was thinking about sex.
"Thank you so much, Sam !"she said, and managed a smile,"I could suffer never done it without you."
"You're welcome,"I said shyly.
She drew away from me and leaned on the doorjamb. My script felt oppressively empty without her. As I was musing upon this, she hopped in and closed the door behind her.
I helped her back to her bed, this sentence holding her more tightly. The symphony of moans continued. She seemed to find easy with me, or maybe she wasn't paying care to me because of the infliction in her ankle.
"Thank you,"she said, and pecked me on the cheek before slumping down on her bed.
"Let me see your ankle,"I said.
"Nope,"she shook her head, her oculus twinkling mischievously.
"Why not ?"
"I think I know what you want to see."
Her hands skid under the hem of her t-shirt, stayed there for a s, and then pulled it up slowly, revealing a want of panties and something More. I was impressed with what she had shown me, especially her wet pussy, but at the same time, I felt cheated. All this damsel-in-distress crap was a lie. Her ankle joint wasn't injured. She had lied to me, plain and simple.
"I have to go,"I said dryly and turned to leave.
Her mitt shot up and grabbed mine.
"Don't ! It is not what it…"she started.
"Oh, descend on ! I am not an idiot,"I cried out, and harshly pulled my hand free.
Jessica dropped on the counter, nearly falling off the bed. Her left foot hit the floor.
The wow that ensued nearly pierced my ear-drums. Her face contorted with pain, and her eyes bulged grotesquely. She was clutching her ankle, trembling all over. Gradually, her screaming transformed into sobs. I took a tentative stone's throw toward her, then awkwardly kneeled beside her. She slapped me in the aspect, hard. I blinked, surprised how strong her hand was.
"I am so disconsolate. I thought…"I said guiltily.
"Get out ! Now !"she hissed.
I looked up at her, seeking her heart. She was staring at her ankle, still clutching it in her hands, whimpering. I reached out and unclasped her palpitation finger.
"What are you doing ?"she asked confusedly, the ire gone from her voice.
"I'm trying to avail you."
She just hummed, but didn't stop me as I took off her windsock. Despite my precaution, even the aristocratic touch seemed to be causing her pain. Her anklebones were barely seeable under the gibbousness, and there was a big, crescent contusion on the slope of her human foot.
"Do you have any bandage here ?"I asked.
"No."
"I will be back in a min,"I said, and hurried back to my apartment.
"I don't think I need anything from you,"I heard her saying.
When I returned with the bandages, she looked at me and sighed with surrender. I kneeled and started wrapping her articulatio talocruralis. Her animal foot was small, almost childlike, with dainty, dainty toes.
"Have you ever done that before ?"she asked.
"No."
I applied the bandage, making sure it wasn't too cockeyed.
"How does it feel ?"I asked.
Jessica curled up her toes, hesitated for a second, then said,"It's fine ”.
Then, I brought all the ice from the electric refrigerator and put it on her articulatio talocruralis. She winced and smiled.
"Do you feel better now ?"
"Yes, thank you. You upright get some sleep. I think I can get by by myself"
"Are you sure ?"
"Yep."
I helped her prop her ankle joint on a pillow, then went to the front end door.
"birdsong me if you need something,"I said, and left.

***

I could not wreak myself to log Z's. Every time I came close to dozing off, her side appeared before me. Distorted by pain, but still beautiful. I imagined her tiny figure huddled in her bed, her eyes wet with tears.
Something thumped upstairs and I jumped up in bed. It was 4:00 a.m. While I was putting my clothes on, I tried to cypher out why I was so trouble. nix really important had happened.
I knocked on the room access before entering. Jessica was in her bed, lying motionless.
I hesitated for a moment, then whispered,"Are you awake ?"
"No, I am sleeping,"she whispered, imitating me.
"I heard something falling and…"
"The remote control slipped from my hand. Sorry for disturbing you."
"How is your articulatio talocruralis ?"
"The swelling is getting worse."
"I will take you to the hospital,"I said.
"Don't vexation, I will be fine."
"Get dressed !"I said firmly.
"volition you bring me my sabot, please ? In the wardrobe. Actually, I need only the in good order one."
When I brought the shoe, she was wiggling into her skirt, trying not to move her ankle too a good deal. Her aspect was reddened from effort, or maybe pain.
"Do you need a hand ?"
"I need an ankle,"she said, gasping."
A minute of arc later, I helped her support up, then wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her firmly.
"Are you ready ?"I asked.
She suddenly went limp in my hands, her nous dropping to one slope. Her eyelids fluttered helplessly and I gripped her tighter.
"Jessica !"I cried out.
She blinked with surprisal, then managed to steady herself.
"I am a bit vertiginous,"she said weakly.
I lifted her up and carried her to the front room access. In my hurry, I didn't notice the cat. I almost got tripped up so I had to kick it aside.
"You are driving me mad, Sophie,"Jessica said to the cat, then slipped her hand under my shirt, her cool off fingers rubbing my chest gently.
I took a deep hint and said, „ I don't think this is a good idea."
"We can do it right now,"she said and pressed her hot back talk on my neck.
"What's the affair with you ?"
"Don't you understand yet ? The pain makes me hot,"she said calmly, but I felt that she was very tense.
"This is not the right moment. You are hurt. We have to go to the hospital."
"Later,"she said and rubbed my genitalia, staring at me intently.
Instinctively, I pressed against her, feeling the soft firmness of her breasts.
"Oh, that's a great deal better,"she moaned in my ear.
I lowered her to the floor, trying not to have sex her hurt articulatio talocruralis against something. My helping hand slid up her thighs, pushing her skirt up, feeling her house tail. She arched her back, and squeezed against me.
"You can get hurt,"I said hoarsely, but continued doing what I needed to.
"I am already hurt,"she said, unbuttoning my pants,"hey, my swelling is nothing compared to yours. Are you bruise too ?"
I didn't manage to answer with a witty remark so I just caressed her vagina. Obviously, she found my reception amusing because she giggled. I pulled back to attend at her. Beautiful, hungry eyes ; sore, quivering lips ; pert tit ; and these silky second joint, twitching invitingly. Jessica moved her right-hand leg aside, giving me a better view. Her left one was resting stiffly on the floor, her injured ankle joint resembling a sausage.
She followed my eyes and smiled,"I'm fine."
The view of her thigh was irresistible. I drew myself closer. Her finger's breadth dug into my back as she pressed against me. Her body felt incredibly sensual, inhumanly tender. My penis slowly found its way inside her denseness, and my lip started to search her face. She moaned with every drive, her rim parting seductively. There was as a lot pleasure as nuisance in these moans. I was causing her pain, whether she liked it or not. Her offend mortise joint had to stick around immobile, but we just could not cease. I lifted her left leg, resting it on my shoulder. Her heel brushed gently against my cheek, and a pleasant leathery flavor reached my nose.
"My ankle feels much better now,"Jessica said and thrust her merchant ship up to take on me.

***

I brought Jessica to the hospital around 6 a.m. She was placed in a wheelchair and was briefly examined by a sleepy medico. He mumbled something, and then took her to the x-ray room. Some prison term later, she was wheeled out.
"You better go now, or you will be previous for work,"she said and winked at me.
"I would rather stay put with you."
"Sam, I am a big girl. We can meet later."
"What's the problem ?"I asked and looked down at her ankle joint.
"It's not clear yet, but I think I will live."
I kissed her temple, then turned around and made my way out of the hospital.

***

When I came back from employment, I hurried upstairs to see if Jessica was at home. She wasn't. I was about to head for the infirmary, when somebody knocked on the door.
Jessica was standing international, smiling shyly. She was leaning on a span of elbow crutches, and her odd leg was in plaster of Paris.
"Wow !"I exclaimed.
"Can I come in, or crippled miss aren't welcome here ?
I moved aside to take room for her. She went in, clumsily maneuvering on her crutches.
"Your ankle joint is…"
"Fucked up,"she finished my sentence.
"Oh, I am so sad !"
"Shit happens,"she said matter-of-factly, and headed for the couch.
The cast extended from the pedestal of her toes to mid-thigh, and kept her knee joint slightly bent.
"Does it hurt much ?"
She cast a mischievous glance over her shoulder joint, and stuck out her little pinkish tongue.
"With your assist, I will survive,"she said, and turned stiffly around to sit on the couch.
"I will do my trump to deliver you. No kidding, Is it broken ?"
"They told me that I had broken my talus bone. I didn't even know I had such a thing."
Her blazonry started trembling from the effort as she was easing onto the couch. I helped her prop her vagabond leg on a commode, and tickled her cute little toes. They looked nice sticking out of the cast.
"How long you have to be in plaster ?"
"8 workweek or to a greater extent. How horrible ! Who's going to lease concern of me ?"
"I would like to volunteer."
"Very kind of you,"she said and patted my shoulder.
I could not assist noticing that the cast of characters was nicely moulded around the sole of her foot.
"Six."
"What ?"
"The size of my feet."
"Charming !"
"But trapped in cataplasm,"she said and wiggled her toes.
"Poor little tootsie !"I said and started massaging her thigh, just above the cast.
"Why should I have to break an articulatio talocruralis to be noticed by you ?"
My handwriting froze on her thigh, and I stared at her face.
"Hey, don't be so good,"she said, her oculus twinkling merrily,"Let's have some sex !"


The End